I found my refelction in another sex.
You were near and far
As much as a star.
Are you me?
I can not see.
If you go, don't bleed me.
Let me talk a little more
With the "me" that lives in your chest.
So I'll watch you repeat my peculiar gestures.
Are we siblings or a divided soul?
Our hearts are wearing the same cloth.
Who will we become after the door is closed?
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
